Zombie World: Starting as an apprentice of the Thunder King

Huang Sanniang gazed in the direction of Green Bamboo Mountain, her eyes filled with resentment and venom!

"Shi Jian, Lin Bei, this time, I will make sure you die without a burial place."

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The Hui family's dojo was located in a desolate mountain wilderness, filled with caves and mounds of earth, densely packed like a honeycomb.

Master Grey lives in the deepest cave underground, which is filled with gold and silver treasures, all of which he has amassed over the years.

The gray weasel ran for three days and three nights before finally reaching the gray family's shrine.

It waited at the cave entrance for a long time before a guard from the Gray Clan went in to report.

After hearing Huang San Niang's message, Master Hui squinted and thought for a long time.

"Go back and tell your ancestors that three thousand men of the Hui family will meet at Green Bamboo Mountain in three days."

The gray-haired weasel was overjoyed, kowtowed three times, and then ran away.

Master Hui stood up, dusted himself off, and walked out of the cave.

It looked up at the sky and a sinister smile appeared on its lips.

"Shi Jian, Shi Jian, I, Master Hui Jiu, am determined to have those treasures you possess."

Master Hui let out a sharp shriek, the sound echoing underground and reverberating throughout the entire Hui family's dojo.

Countless rats crawled out of their burrows, densely packed together. The largest was as big as a calf, while the smallest was only the size of a fist.

They all stared at Gray Ninth Master, their green eyes filled with fanaticism.

"Men, come with me to Green Bamboo Mountain and snatch some treasures!"

At Master Hui Jiu's command, three thousand gray rats set off in a grand procession.

Along the way, the vegetation withered and the birds and beasts disappeared.

On the third day, Huang San Niang led the remaining eight hundred descendants of the Huang family, and Hui Jiu Ye led the three thousand descendants of the Hui family, and they met fifty miles away from Qingzhu Mountain.

The two demonic energies converged and soared into the sky, and all living beings within a hundred miles felt this terrifying aura.

On Qingzhu Mountain, Shi Jian was meditating in the main hall.

He suddenly opened his eyes, a flash of lightning in them.

He slowly stood up, walked out of the main hall, and looked towards the distant mountains.

There, a dense demonic aura was gathering, and it was growing stronger and stronger.

The gray and yellow demonic auras intertwined, like a huge dark cloud pressing down on the mountains and forests.

Shi Jian snorted coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

"These beasts are truly courting death."

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian were drawing talismans in the courtyard when they saw Shi Jian standing at the mountain gate with a strange expression, so they quickly ran over.

"Master, what's wrong?" Lin Bei asked.

Shi Jian didn't speak, but simply pointed to the distant sky.

Lin Bei followed his finger and looked over, his expression changing.

Above the distant mountains and forests, an immense demonic aura, as thick as ink, blotted out the sky and continued to spread, reaching towards Green Bamboo Mountain.

The air was filled with a strong, pungent stench that made people want to vomit.

"Such a strong demonic aura..." Shi Shaojian's voice changed.

"Huang San Niang's hide has called for reinforcements." Shi Jian's voice was eerily calm. "Judging from the demonic aura, they should be from the Hui family, at least three thousand!"

Lin Bei gasped, "Three thousand? Is that really necessary?!"

Last time, a thousand weasels nearly killed him and Shi Shaojian. This time, there are three thousand, plus the Hui family's. Isn't this going to be deadly?

Shi Jian glanced at him: "What, scared?"

Lin Bei puffed out his chest: "What's there to be afraid of! We'll kill as many as they come!"

Shi Jian's lips curled up slightly, but he quickly regained his cold, hard expression.

"Go and prepare, bring all the magical artifacts and talismans."

"yes!"

Lin Bei and Shi Shaojian ran back to the courtyard, packed all the talismans into a bundle, hung the Ghost-Slaying Sword on their waists, and the Bagua Mirror on their chests.

Lin Bei also carried an extra dagger, which he tucked into his waistband, just in case.

Shi Jian entered the main hall and took out the wooden box from under the offering table.

He opened the box, inside which were eleven blue talismans and three purple talismans neatly arranged.

Shi Jian picked up a blue talisman, looked at it, and put it into his sleeve.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up another purple talisman and put it in his sleeve as well.

Tonight is destined to be a great battle, and this purple talisman might play a key role.

Outside the mountain gate, the demonic aura grew stronger and stronger.

Hundreds of miles away on Qingqiu Mountain, Grandpa Hu San stood on the summit, looking towards Qingzhu Mountain.

Its golden eyes reflected the distant, grayish-yellow demonic aura.

Grandpa Hu sighed, "Huang San Niang, why did you do this to yourself?"

Behind him, a white fox ran up and lay down on the ground: "Grandpa, Old Madam Bai and Chang Tianlong have arrived."

Grandpa Hu turned around and walked down the mountain.

In the reception room, Old Mrs. Bai and Chang Tianlong had been waiting for a while.

The old lady was a white hedgehog, not very big, but she radiated a soft white light all over her body, and it was clear at a glance that she had a very deep level of cultivation.

Chang Tianlong sat cross-legged on the chair, his tongue flicking out, his two vertical pupils filled with anxiety.

Neither of them transformed into human form; instead, they appeared in Hu San Taiye's Taoist temple in their original forms.

"Grandpa Hu, what should we do about this?" Old Madam Bai spoke first. "Third Sister Huang and Ninth Master Hui have already made their move, with over three thousand demon cubs. This is a complete war with the Maoshan Sect!"

Chang Tianlong hissed twice: "Start a war? What can they use to fight the Maoshan Sect? Shi Jian alone can take them all down."

"Should we help or not?" Old Mrs. Bai asked, looking at Hu San Taiye.

Grandpa Hu sat at the head of the table, stroking his beard, lost in thought for a long time.

"Huang San Niang and Hui Jiu Ye have gone too far this time," Hu San Tai Ye said slowly. "They led more than three thousand demons to besiege Qingzhu Mountain. If word gets out, what will outsiders think of our Five Great Immortal Families?"

"They'll think it's a joint effort by the five great immortal sects against the Maoshan Sect!"

Chang Tianlong hissed, "But we weren't involved at all!"

"Outsiders won't think that way." Old Master Hu shook his head. "Outsiders will only see the Huang family and the Hui family besieging Green Bamboo Mountain, while the three of us stand by and watch."

Grandma Bai frowned: "So you mean...?"

"What I mean is, we should not take sides." Old Master Hu stood up, took two steps with his hands behind his back, and said, "Huang San Niang wants to avenge her great-grandson, that's her private matter, and Hui Jiu Ye covets Shi Jian's treasure, that's also his business."

"Our three families have no grudges against the Maoshan Sect, so there's no need for us to get involved."

Chang Tianlong breathed a sigh of relief: "That's what I thought too. That old bastard Shi Jian is not someone to be trifled with; I'm trying to avoid him as much as possible."

Grandma Bai was still somewhat hesitant: "But the five immortal families are all of one mind. If we don't help, won't people gossip?"

Grandpa Hu turned around, looked at Old Madam Bai, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"We helped them, and that's why people gossip. They say that the five great immortal families are bullying the good and oppressing the weak with their numbers."

"In the Huang family's matter, the Huang family was in the wrong first. Their great-grandson went to ask for a title and inquired whether someone resembled a god. This was tantamount to cutting off someone's path in life. If you were in their shoes, could you have tolerated it?"

Grandma Bai immediately fell silent.

Grandpa Hu sighed, "Let Huang San Niang deal with this herself. If she wins, it's her skill; if she loses, it's her own fault."

"Let's pretend we don't know anything about this."

Grandma Bai and Chang Tianlong exchanged a glance and nodded.

"Then I'll listen to Grandpa." Old Mrs. Bai stood up. "I'll go back first; there are still a lot of chores to take care of at home."

Chang Tianlong also stood up: "I'm leaving too. I don't feel at ease staying here."

The two said goodbye and left.